Tryst loved you to death, you were everything to him. His rock, his drive. He'd loved you since you were young, But even then he thinks he's already lost you. You're already gone, and leaving.

He tried his best to keep you from his life, this. Crime empire he'd built from the ground up, almost entirely by himself. And he thinks he's finally scared. He knows it's a problem, he's trying to deal with it.

Overtime, an awful lot of breathing room had split the two of you apart, but he can hardly move.

"Baby, you need to come home." You pleaded with him thousands of times now, over the phone, in person with tears in your eyes and your hand on the door, for the last time. You promised, it would be the last time you'd beg him to stay.

And he never took you seriously, he left like he had something to prove to you, to himself. Even began mentoring two girls along the way, But the thought of you lingering in the back of his mind had him second guessing himself.

There was a little bug in him, and everything in you.

Finally, the day had come where he had gotten in a little too deep. He'd already had his finger broken and beaten black and blue. But he was especially lucky to be alive this time. Zoe and Becca had chosen not to shoot him with the gun given to them by Guy.

Leaving him seated in his car just outside your house, he'd thrown away his phone, tossed the sim card out in the river in case he'd been tapped, busted fingers holding his final cigarette as he eyed the lights on in the house.

Finally he stubbed it out, glancing at his bloody and beaten face in the rearview mirror one last time before he got out and walked up to the house. He didn't have a key anymore. He couldn't waltz in like he used to. So he knocked, Waited quietly for you to come. He'd understand if you didn't.

But when you did, he stilled watching your face twist into horror at the sight of him so messed up.

"Maybe it's.." he began, trailing off as he glanced away. Growing more choked up than he expected to, the outdoor lights reflecting warmly in his wet eyes. "Time to come home..?"